Recently, I’ve had to temporarily relocate to a new community for one of my final placements in medical school.
Coming from Manchester, I’m used to a bustling Muslim community, masajid filled with people of all ages, familiar faces, and the warmth of exchanging salaams as I walk through the streets.
Here, it was different. I arrived in a community I knew very little about. No familiar minarets, no salaams from passers-by, and none of the familiarity I had grown accustomed to.
So naturally I searched for a masjid. I found one and made my way there for Maghrib. And even in a small community like this, I found the masjid to be a light in the entire town, and a source of peace for my soul.
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